If that happened you knew I’d have to recover quickly so that it wouldn’t be obvious what you’d been doing. With that thought in mind you took a...quick glance at the empty table. Your blood ran cold and adrenalin flooded your body. Looking over at the table you weren’t greeted with the bare wood of an empty table and chairs but the eyes of a couple looking directly at us. How long had they been there? Had they noticed what you’d been doing? The answer to that was shockingly obvious and you. She wondered if he masturbated too, and if he did how he did it."Hanh ... anh ... anh," she panted as her fingers moved furiously back and forth over her sleek, hairless pussy which was now very wet and slippery. Her knees began to tremble as she approached her climax and the priest reached up to support her by holding her large buttocks and cupping her firmly projecting breasts."Hanh ... annh ... oohhhh ... ohh ... ohh.," she gasped breathlessly as her loins were washed by the heat of her. “I guess,” she said, and we continued walking. I forget how we got on the topic, but later on, back at my house, I remember asking her if I was actually good at sex. She kinda laughed a bit, and then made herself stop. “Well, you’re okay Chris. I mean, you know, if my magic wasn’t stopping you, you’d be cumming in like a minute…” she said, stifling a giggle.“Ugh, cmon Jay that’s not nice,” I said, playfully punching her shoulder. “Hey, wanna go in the pool? I don’t think you’ve seen it, right?”. Our union's tight or we'd kick some of those..." What's going on?" asked Dre, a handsome, well dressed, bald African American near Joe's height.Joe apologized. He told Dre about Georgy's coercion of Marta and the sting J and L orchestrated and how it played out."So the hitman intended to kill Marta." Yeah. We surprised him. Unfortunately Margie had to be the surprise. She's a strong young lady but..." Let me call Reynolds. He's the assistant DA we've been working with," said Johnson. "I'll see.